I mistake myself For the silhouette I used to know Cold on the stairs Written and locked In the bottom drawer No pain in denial?
I mistake myself As you walk in my room And I write my name On the back of my hand Sitting alone In the dining room No pain in denial?
I mistake myself For pieces of paper In various editions I guess I'm quite complete Must I hold my breath And turn blue No pain in denial?
Take a look Over your shoulder My face and the world Is staring in your window You're quiet. I'm talking I can't hear what I'm saying The shape I've made Is the hand that bites me